( his hand smooths across her own, palm warm against her skin, and kara has to fight the urge to pull away. she hasn't been touched, not really, since she'd come here. the last touch she'd felt had been worldkiller's fist across her face and body.
but it doesn't take more than a moment before that changes, too. his hand lingers, and the longer it does, the better kara feels — by the time his hand lifts, she's left light-headed and dizzy, but better, as if the tightness in her muscles and the aches in her bones have been swallowed up by his touch. she's left tired, still, but it's as if time had sped up. what should have been days or weeks or even months of healing in just a few moments.
her response is soft, quiet, half-lidded eyes turned in his direction as she struggles to wrap her mind around the touch. )
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but it doesn't take more than a moment before that changes, too. his hand lingers, and the longer it does, the better kara feels — by the time his hand lifts, she's left light-headed and dizzy, but better, as if the tightness in her muscles and the aches in her bones have been swallowed up by his touch. she's left tired, still, but it's as if time had sped up. what should have been days or weeks or even months of healing in just a few moments.
her response is soft, quiet, half-lidded eyes turned in his direction as she struggles to wrap her mind around the touch. )
Derek... what did you do?